Li Mengxi wants to learn martial arts, which is a big deal.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Lu Zhi, Jian Yong, and all the senior officials came.

Except for Jian Yong who was not good at martial arts, other Liu Guan and Zhang Lu Zhi were quite capable of martial arts, and they all wanted to teach Li Mengxi.

Li Mengxi wanted to learn fighting skills, and he wanted to learn it. Before Zhang Fei taught Li Mengxi martial arts, he asked Li Mengxi to stand still and looked at Li Mengxi up and down with a frown.

Zhang Fei was extremely dissatisfied with Li Mengxi's physique. According to Zhang Fei, Li Mengxi also ate meat for a year, but he only grew taller and not stronger at all.

Zhang Fei thought of more than a year ago, when he picked up Li Mengxi and his two brothers from the army. They were very skinny and emaciated. Suddenly, more than a year had passed.

"Come on, Xi'er," Zhang Fei leaned over and stretched out his hand to Li Mengxi, "come and test your strength. You can break my fingers and see if you can move them."

Li Mengxi looked at Zhang Fei's stretched out finger. He suspected that he heard wrongly, "Really? You only have one finger. Aren't you afraid that I will snap your finger off with my Kacha sound?"

Zhang Fei laughed loudly, "I can tell you what you are capable of."

Since Zhang Fei said this, Li Mengxi took action directly. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Fei's index finger and pushed it aside. Li Mengxi used all his strength, and Zhang Fei's finger was as motionless as an iron rod.

Li Mengxi used all his strength to suck the milk, and used his greatest strength to push it away hard, but it still couldn't move.

"Should I use both hands?" Li Mengxi asked Zhang Fei for advice.

"It's up to you." Zhang Fei didn't care.

Li Mengxi didn't even believe it. How could two hands be inferior to one of Zhang Fei's fingers?

They used both hands together to pinch Zhang Fei's fingers and break them violently. He gritted his teeth and put all the weight of his body on it, forcing it to fall to one side, but it had no effect.

Liu Bei and others who were watching on the side all laughed.

His strength has been tested, and the strength of Li Mengxi's hands is still no better than Zhang Fei's finger.

The defeated Li Mengxi took Zhang Fei's big, thick, bear paw-like, knuckle-thick, carrot-like hand and looked at it again and again. He put his own little hand on it for comparison. He exclaimed, "My General Tiansan, you are like this."

So strong!"

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Zhang Fei's usual weapon is a spear, so what he plans to teach Li Mengxi is also a spear.

Zhang Fei found two gun poles, one long and one short. He took the long one himself and gave the short one to Li Mengxi.

Zhang Fei first taught Li Mengxi some basic gun-rejecting postures, and asked Li Mengxi to learn it several times. After Li Mengxi had learned seven or eight, Zhang Fei began to teach further using his unique method.

Zhang Fei's unique method is to hit directly.

There is no faster way than actual combat. Weapons are like human arms. Only when you fight a lot can you use them like arms.

Zhang Fei made a spear dance with his long stick in his hand, "Xi'er, attack me."

"Okay!" Li Mengxi responded, picked up the spear and stabbed.

Li Mengxi's movements were slow, his strength was weak, and his spear was still short. He thrust hard, but Zhang Fei easily knocked away his thrust.

After several times in a row, Li Mengxi paid attention. He held the gun barrel tightly, trying to control the gun barrel with strength.

"Stop!" Zhang Fei knocked away Li Mengxi's gun again and temporarily stopped.

Zhang Fei came over to correct him. He asked Li Mengxi to assume the stabbing posture just now. Zhang Fei patted Li Mengxi's arm and elbow, "What are you doing with that much force? Your arm is so strong that you can't bend it. What you used is

A gun is not a knife, so you don't have to hold it so hard."

Li Mengxi was smart enough. He immediately realized the problem. He immediately realized that he was using too much force and his arms were too stiff.

Realizing this, Li Mengxi's arms immediately relaxed.

"Oh!" he said.

Zhang Fei returned to the front, pointed his gun at Li Mengxi seriously, "Come again!"

Li Mengxi made some progress. He knew that he couldn't hold the gun tightly. This time, he no longer foolishly wanted to wrestle with Zhang Fei. He wanted to avoid Zhang Fei's block, wanted to stab here and there, and wanted to take advantage of Zhang Fei.

Fly unprepared for a sneak attack.

None of Li Mengxi's attacks could hit Zhang Fei, and Zhang Fei could knock Li Mengxi's gun aside with just a slight knock.

As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten guilds. Zhang Fei has an absolute advantage in strength, but Li Mengxi doesn't even have one guild, not to mention ten guilds.

Zhang Fei only used one move with no technical content, and Li Mengxi's gun was pushed away as soon as he raised it, and he was beaten down.

Snapped!

The gun barrels intersected again, and the gun in Li Mengxi's hand was pushed away again. This time, Li Mengxi felt a little better. He was so blessed that he used the force of the gun barrel to round the stick with all his strength.

With a loud sound, he whipped towards Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei frowned and retreated.

"Stop!" Zhang Fei shouted.

Li Mengxi felt good about himself. He felt that this big windmill move was extremely awesome, giving him a feeling of invincibility that could wipe out thousands of troops.

Zhang Fei came over, frowning and scratching his head, "Xi'er, remember," Zhang Fei warned seriously, "When using a gun, you must keep the gun from your waist. Also, when you use your strength, don't hold it

The arm holding the gun and sending it forward is the result of using the strength of the waist to carry the body and the hands, and then using the strength of the gun."

Zhang Fei especially criticized Li Mengxi's big windmill that swept away thousands of troops. Zhang Fei said seriously that if he fought like this when fighting with others, he would be stabbed to death with one shot.

Li Mengxi's eyes widened, "How could it be possible?" He looked puzzled, "If you swing it round and hit it, wouldn't you have enough strength?"

Zhang Fei chuckled, "What you are using is neither an ax nor a stick. You have to use the tip of the gun to hurt people. Your round is round. Think about it, how slow it is. If you round up the gun, others will stab it."

You did it three times.

Besides, is it because you hit someone with your rounded swing, or the barrel of the gun, and killed them?"

Li Mengxi thoughtfully said, "...the barrel of a gun is similar to a stick, and it is most easily misused as a stick. I understand."

There is a problem with the feel. If you want to round a stick-shaped object inadvertently, it will be smashed. Once you get familiar with it, it will be fine.

Zhang Fei said that the gun should not be taken away from the waist. To stab the gun, you do not hold the gun in your hand and put it forward, but use the strength of your waist, the strength of your hands, and then carry the gun.

It was a bit complicated, and Li Mengxi couldn't understand it for a while, so he simply remembered "Keep your gun away from your waist".

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Later, in another battle, Li Mengxi held the gun firmly on his waist. At the beginning, the gun was locked on his waist, which was very stiff and clumsy. Li Mengxi did not know how to attack.

Already.

Zhang Fei didn't hold back at all because Li Mengxi's touch was stiff. Zhang Fei no longer defended and started to poke from time to time.

Zhang Fei held the spear and stabbed Li Mengxi left and right. To say that Li Mengxi had quite a lot of self-control, he was beaten left and right by Zhang Fei step by step, and he kept retreating, but he held back the spear.

To resist the urge, he kept in mind the importance of keeping the gun close to his waist and firmly pressed the gun to his waist.

Fighting skills are based on the instinct of the body. Zhang Fei's teaching method is right. As long as you hold the weapon in your hand and start fighting, your hands and feet will know how to use the weapon.

Li Mengxi was forced back several times by Zhang Fei. Zhang Fei stabbed him with a gun again. Li Mengxi seemed to have a subconscious reaction. He didn't think much about it. He twisted his waist, put the gun on his waist and used his waist strength to kill Li Mengxi.

The gun was drawn.

The two gun barrels collided together with a snap.

This time, it was Zhang Fei's gun barrel that was pushed away.

Li Mengxi inadvertently learned to use his waist strength, which is much more powerful than simply holding a gun with both arms.

Zhang Fei observed this keenly and smiled secretly.

"Come again!" Zhang Fei shouted softly, then thrust his gun again.

Li Mengxi had already realized the advantages of waist strength. He repeated the same trick later. When Zhang Fei stabbed from the left, he twisted his waist to the left while holding the gun to the left. If Zhang Fei stabbed from the right, he twisted his waist to the right.

Turn the gun to the right.

The result was funny. Li Mengxi's understanding of waist strength was too superficial. He could only press the gun stiffly on his waist and not move. He knew how to use waist strength, but he didn't realize that he was unable to move without a hand.

Li Mengxi fell into another misunderstanding. He didn't realize how funny his own movements were. He was just like dancing, twisting left and right. The gun on his waist had no flexibility at all, as if it had been permanently attached to his waist.

Same.

Zhang Fei gradually frowned.

"stop!"

Zhang Fei stopped again.

Zhang Fei came over and looked at Li Mengxi's hand that was tightly clenched around his waist. Zhang Fei leaned over and touched Li Mengxi's hand, frowning and said, "Xi'er, you have to move your hands. Please pass your hands forward. Just keep your eyes open.

Here, why don’t you move?”

Li Mengxi, who was slightly out of breath, raised his hand to wipe his sweat. He looked up at Zhang Fei and asked with some confusion, "Didn't you say, [The gun never leaves the waist]?"

Zhang Fei opened his mouth, looking dumbfounded, "I said that the gun should not be removed from the waist, but I did not say that the hand should not be removed from the waist, but you can move your hands!"

Li Mengxi immediately understood what the problem was.

"Oh!" He yelled and realized what he was doing.

As long as the gun is not far away from the waist, it doesn't matter, and the hand doesn't have to be close to the waist.

Li Mengxi realized something more clearly. After resting for a while, Li Mengxi started sparring again with great enthusiasm.

Snapped!
To be continued...